Oh glorious, glorious picture! Snow make the landscape look so beautiful and every year we wish for that elusive white Christmas. The last one I can remember here in Kent was 1977; we also had snow in drifts of 5 feet plus in the January of 1987, but it missed Christmas by a week. Nothing but rain now...sigh...
Still, I shall keep the romance of the snowy season alive with copious amounts of cotton wool in my window display!
And the selection of poems, is, as always, impeccable.
Oh glorious, glorious picture! Snow make the landscape look so beautiful and every year we wish for that elusive white Christmas. The last one I can remember here in Kent was 1977; we also had snow in drifts of 5 feet plus in the January of 1987, but it missed Christmas by a week. Nothing but rain now...sigh...
ReplyDeleteStill, I shall keep the romance of the snowy season alive with copious amounts of cotton wool in my window display!
And the selection of poems, is, as always, impeccable.
A New Theory of Poetry, straight from the Demented Doc . . .
ReplyDeleteTo write poems about "Snow" it is definitely to your advantage to be called "Robert"!
There must surely be an Open University Ph.D. in that idea!
And it's a little known fact that Thomas Hardy was known as 'Bob' to his friends.
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